Allow the annihilation.
Though the album is explosive, there is plenty of room for nuance
“Calling ourselves antifascist by no means takes away the ferocity of this music. Our teeth are just bared in a different direction, and dripping with different blood.”
Skronky riffs ride the bass like a cowboy on a bull, except it’s the cowboy (guitars) that is wild.
…we are back and this time we are not going to make any discounts to our fuck off attitude to the shitty masses and their trends.
Without moonshine, nothing of these would be possible…hehehe…
Eerie, beautiful, powerful, meditative…all of these are appropriate descriptors for this spacey third track on Lunar Nocturnes and Esoteric Incantations.